"What's that?1' the next man demanded.
** Those fools,*' Mr. Munn said sombrely. " Shooting that
glass out'll hurt us. It'll hurt us bad.*'
The sound of the singing came back down the street; ** —
come trotten through the wilderness, trotten through the
"Yeah," the man rejoined, "but did you ever feed a dog
you'd kept chained up and hungry and not hear him growl
when he got his teeth in the meat?"
Mr. Munn made no reply.
" That's all it is; they don't mean no harm/' the man con-
tinued. " They're just showing they got their teeth in."
To the east the flames were lower now*, but still strong.
There was no more sound of gunfire. The last sporadic shots,
faint to the north and south, had ceased. The arc-lamp
hummed. Down the street a small group of men came out
of a doorway. With surprise Mr. Munn saw the three women
with them. The men held the women by the arm, whether
to assist them or to keep them from running away he could
" It's Burrus," a man said. " He's taking the ladies back to
the telephone office."
The women had entered a building down the street, the
building with the telephone office in it, Mr. Munn figured.
That means it's about time, he thought, for us to be pulling
out The men who had escorted the women disappeared into
an alley. Mr. Munn looked at his watch. It would be about
another five minutes, he decided.
Burrus and his men came out of the alley, on horseback
now, and moved toward the corner. Mr. Burrus lifted his
hand in salute as he passed. "We're pulling out," he an-
" Good-night," Mr. Munn said,
Mr. Burrus and Ms men cantered off up the street. The
sound of the hoofs died away, and they were lost to view.
Mr, Munn turned in Ms saddle, The men regarded Mm*
their faces with the wMte cloths shadowed by their hat-ferims.